Nov. 23rd, 2006

Nov. 23rd, 2006

You will meet many foes, some open, and some disguised; and you may find friends upon your way when you least look for it.

FOTR: The Ring Goes South

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Whatever could that be?

I halt of a sudden upon the path and my son bumps into my leg.

"Ammë?" he asks, peering up at me.

But I spare him no mind, for a great shouting and an ox bawling in vexation has reached my ears. Down the line of ploughmen and cotters comes the sound of voices raised in anger. Heads turn as men scramble away from their source and a murmuring as the wind rising through the pines runs through them. ( Continued here )